Marilyn

“What’s going on! Brian!”
      “BRIAN!”
      “Call 911! NOW!”

( There was a loud thud as the gun fell to the pavement... )

March 15th, 2006
Wednesday
Seize

“You’ve got to be out of your fucking mind, Marilyn,” I had one hand on the bottom of the steering wheel as I turned to face Marilyn in the passenger side. “We are not going to see Jacoby in jail, okay? It’s stupid. It’s such a fucking stupid idea,” but I found myself driving to the prison, anyway. Jacoby was ( Read more... )

Marilyn
March 15th, 2006

Almost a month had passed since my sister’s funeral. My mother had gone to Georgia after she had sold my sister’s house, my father walked back to his home in Newport Beach, and my brother was more protective than ever. It was awkward without having her to call. I almost called her phone the other day, thinking she’d pick ( Read more... )